Broken People Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Why do people pretend?
There's no recognition
They walk right by
as they lie,
to themselves.....

Broken people run away....
Make themselves islands,
beautiful and safe
'Keep Off The Grass'
'Stay Away'.....

But I,
am not,
the enemy-

Things get old
and people get cold
when they bury their heart....
They close them away
and put them,
in the dark

Broken people push you away
can't look you in the eye
and have nothing to say...
and want you to feel,
less than you are
Even when, you open
your heart.....

If I came to you,
would you sail away?
Feel the wind on your smile
or dig a mote
around your heart....

Broken people break your heart,
'cause nothing you do
seems to matter at all

Things get old,
and life just rolls

So I guess
I won't play,
on your island-


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